What a glorious garden of wonders the lights of Broadway would be to anyone lucky enough to be unable to read.

It may well be on such a night of clouds and cruel colors that there is brought forth upon the earth such a portent as a respectable poet. You say you are a poet of law; I say you are a contradiction in terms. I only wonder there were not comets and earthquakes on the night you appeared in this garden.

The world will never starve for want of wonders; but only for want of wonder.

The true object of all human life is play. Earth is a task garden; heaven is a playground.

I certainly wanted my name in lights. I wanted my name on a marquee. I wanted recognition on Broadway.

Being 'contented' ought to mean in English, as it does in French, being pleased. Being content with an attic ought not to mean being unable to move from it and resigned to living in it; it ought to mean appreciating all there is in such a position.